And so to the theatre. An am-dram performance of the farce Dry Rot saw me at the Carriageworks last night. The hobbyists proved beyond doubt that comic timing is not as easy as it looks, but also that good writing can shine through however big a mangling it gets (according to the National Theatre this is in the top 100 plays; I'm not entirely sure about that, but it's OK).
However, I laughed quite a lot, as did the rest of the audience, so the cast can overall count it as a success. Best by far was Alan Buttery, playing French jockey Albert Polignac, despite the handicap of a part entirely in that language. Of the others, the racing fraternity outshone the toffs although a special mention should be made of the maid Tori Morgan.
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